Monthly Archives: January 2011

Pretty Song, Pretty Maff & Pretty Flowers

 

 

Best Experienced With:        A Capella Version of Neil Young’s After The Gold Rush

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music too this evening’s celebratory mathematics gathering.    Damn fine version of “After The Goldrush”.   You are cheating yourself and your ears if you choose not to right click on the link below.    If you cheat your ears, they may choose to grow unnaturally large as you get older and that’s not something you want.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6BzTCQ6Nqo

 

Bertrand Russel once wrote:  “mathematics is the subject in which we know neither what we are talking about nor whether what we say is true”.   Opining from this chair on mathematics is analogous to opining from this chair on how to dunk a basketball or raise your children.   Of the millions of things in which I am notable and obvious in my mediocrity, mathematics is towards the top of the list.   Mathematics has structure,  laws, order, and singular correct answers.   You would be hard pressed to find many other things in life or business that have predictable structure, laws, predictable order, and singular correct answers.

Business plans, pro forma financials, sales & marketing plans, SEC required annual reports and 10Q’s are littered with assumptions.     Many, but not all, of these assumptions are rooted in math and math-y equations.     Math taught each of us to examine problems in detail before jumping into them, patience in problem solving, and the attention to detail necessary to come up with the final solution.   Math helps us see and understand patterns and relationships.   Perhaps most important, math helps us to think logically.   When I hire people, “logical thinking” is in the top quintile of the ideal traits.   Logical thinking rules the world of business.

We are using the internet right now because of math, more precisely because of prime numbers.    From Pascal’s triangle to the elusive Riemann Hypothesis, there is a ridiculous amount of beauty in math, primes, and those who can actually work with them.    Which I cannot.   Pascal and Fibonacci most certainly can.

Being a man and, of course, wanting what I cannot have more than enjoying what I have…I crave skills at mathematics.   There is a deep well of love here for mathematics and numbers.    There is also a deep well of love for orchids because you only have to water orchids once every three weeks and they make you look like a botanical genius when you keep such a a beautiful flower alive for months on end.   Neither the beautiful number sequences below nor the orchid photos from Chez Mully are my own work.     I claim them as my own to add to my marketability: another one of the areas in which I am notable in my mediocrity.    Enjoy the pretty flowers and numbers and thanks for visiting.

 

1 x 1 = 1
11 x 11 = 121
111 x 111 = 12321
1111 x 1111 = 1234321
11111 x 11111 = 123454321
111111 x 111111 = 12345654321
1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321
11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321
111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321

 

 

9 x 9 + 7 = 88

98 x 9 + 6 = 888

987 x 9 + 5 = 8888

9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888

98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888

987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888

9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888

98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888

9 x 9 + 7 = 88
98 x 9 + 6 = 888
987 x 9 + 5 = 8888
9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888
98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888
987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888
9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888
98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888

 

 

1 x 1 = 1

11 x 11 = 121

111 x 111 = 12321

1111 x 1111 = 1234321

11111 x 11111 = 123454321

111111 x 111111 = 12345654321

1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321

11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321

111111111 x 111111111=12345678987654321

 

 

 

 

1 x 8 + 1 = 9
12 x 8 + 2 = 98
123 x 8 + 3 = 987
1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876
12345 x 8 + 5 = 987 65
123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654
1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543
12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432
123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321

[1] “1 x 9 + 2 = 11″
[1] “12 x 9 + 3 = 111″
[1] “123 x 9 + 4 = 1111″
[1] “1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111″
[1] “12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111″
[1] “123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111″
[1] “1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111″
[1] “12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111″
[1] “123456789 x 9 + 10 = 1111111111″
[1] “1234567900 x 9 + 11 = 11111111111″
[1] “12345679011 x 9 + 12 = 111111111111″
[1] “123456790122 x 9 + 13 = 1111111111111″
[1] “1234567901233 x 9 + 14 = 11111111111111″
[1] “12345679012344 x 9 + 15 = 111111111111111″
[1] “123456790123455 x 9 + 16 = 1111111111111111″
[1] “1234567901234566 x 9 + 17 = 11111111111111112″
[1] “12345679012345676 x 9 + 18 = 111111111111111104″
[1] “123456790123456784 x 9 + 19 = 1111111111111111040″
[1] “1234567901234567936 x 9 + 20 = 11111111111111110656″
[1] “12345679012345677824 x 9 + 21 = 1.11111111111111e+20

[1] “1 x 8 + 1 = 9″
[1] “12 x 8 + 2 = 98″
[1] “123 x 8 + 3 = 987″
[1] “1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876″
[1] “12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765″
[1] “123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654″
[1] “1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543″
[1] “12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432″
[1] “123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321″
[1] “1234567900 x 8 + 10 = 9876543210″
[1] “12345679011 x 8 + 11 = 98765432099″
[1] “123456790122 x 8 + 12 = 987654320988″
[1] “1234567901233 x 8 + 13 = 9876543209877″
[1] “12345679012344 x 8 + 14 = 98765432098766″
[1] “123456790123455 x 8 + 15 = 987654320987655″
[1] “1234567901234566 x 8 + 16 = 9876543209876544″
[1] “12345679012345676 x 8 + 17 = 98765432098765424″
[1] “123456790123456784 x 8 + 18 = 987654320987654272″
[1] “1234567901234567936 x 8 + 19 = 9876543209876543488″
[1] “12345679012345677824 x 8 + 20 = 98765432098765422592″

1 to 10 = 11×5 =55
1 to 100 = 101×50 =5050
1 to 1000 = 1001×500 =500500
1 to 10000 = 10001×5000 =50005000
1 to 100000 = 100001×50000 =5000050000
1 to 1000000 = 1000001×500000 =500000500000
1 to 10000000= 10000001×5000000=50000005000000

 

Pretty………………………..

Infinity……………………………..(click on photo below to blow it up for more infiniti clarity)

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Go Ask Alice…ecilA ksA oG

 

Best Experienced With:   The Jesus And Mary Chain:   Here Comes Alice

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested music to this afternoon’s gathering in a new browser window.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgIEBUy-Sag

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

” Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,” thought Alice; ” but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!”

 

 

Indeed.

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Cornel West (or) Kanye West…a pop quiz

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:       Kanye West             Jesus Walks

 

(Please righty click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s pop quiz in a new browser window.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-3gXet-ljs

We’ve not had a pop quiz here for months:  please pull out your Sharpie markers and let’s get busy.     Below are random quotes from Kanye West and Cornel West.    If you believe the quote is a quote from Cornel West, please annotate the following on your computer screen with your Sharpie:  “brilliant Princeton & Harvard professor author”.  If you believe the quote is a Kanye West quote, please annotate the following on your computer screen with your Sharpie: “Autotune, poser jackass”.

Thank you for visiting.    God speed and good luck.   On your mark, get set………………………go.

“The country is in deep trouble. We’ve forgotten that a rich life consists fundamentally of serving others, trying to leave the world a little better than you found it. We need the courage to question the powers that be, the courage to be impatient with evil and patient with people, the courage to fight for social justice. In many instances we will be stepping out on nothing, and just hoping to land on something. But that’s the struggle. To live is to wrestle with despair, yet never allow despair to have the last word.”

“A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis.   My mama used to say only Jesus can save us.”

 

“You know what the Midwest is?  Young and restless.”

“You can’t lead the people if you don’t love the people. You can’t save the people if you don’t serve the people.”

“I want to talk to God, but I’m afraid because we ain’t spoke in so long”

“White supremacist ideology is based first and foremost on the degradation of black bodies in order to control them. One of the best ways to instill fear in people is to terrorize them. Yet this fear is best sustained by convincing them that their bodies are ugly, their intellect is inherently underdeveloped, their culture is less civilized, and their future warrants less concern than that of other peoples.”

“Even the strippers”

“They be asking us questions, harrass and arrest us”

“I remind young people everywhere I go, one of the worst things the older generation did was tell them for twenty-five years:  “Be successful, be successful, be successful” as opposed to “Be great, be great, be great”.

“My vision of democracy is each person unleashing the Socratic energies in their hearts and minds.”


“Define your own voice rather than imitating others. Cut against the forces of conformity. The forces of conformity are market-driven, driven by titillation and temptation, as opposed to decency and dignity.”

“Aesthetics have substantial political consequences. How one views oneself as beautiful or not beautiful or desirable or not desirable has deep consequences in terms of one’s feelings of self-worth and one’s capacity to be a political agent.”

“Next time I’m in the club, everyone is screaming out”.

“We’re here to convert atheists into believers”.

“The only thing I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now”.

“Hip-hop came from the killing fields of chocolate cities. Hip-hop artists constituted tremendous power, before they were ripped off by the record industry, and it all became about money. We went from MLK’s ‘let freedom ring’ to the bling-bling.”

 

“Who wants to be well adjusted to injustice?   What kind of human being do you want to be?”

 

 

 

 

 

For more on Cornell West, please visit the following links:

 

http://www.cornelwest.com/

http://www.discoverthenetworks.org/individualProfile.asp?indid=813

 

For more on Kanye West, please visit the following link:

http://www.moron.com

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In The Beginning Was The Word

 

 

Best Experienced With:       Government Mule;     Soul Shine

(please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s treatise in a new browser window)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXbsq3C4LZM

 

There are two treatises that grow and grow and grow and grow on this hard drive.    When finished, and if they ever see the light of day, they will make Tolstoy’s War and Peace look like an US magazine.   They will make Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged look like People magazine.     The first, mentioned several times here revolves around Nashian Economics, fractals, and Razzles.   The second, the one originally slated for this evening, is primarily dedicated to neuroplasticity, niche marketing, and the canine Flehman response.    Incidentally, anyone who has finished Atlas Shrugged deserves a plate of brownies.    That’s a tough book to finish.    Have read the first four chapters at least three dozen times in the last few decades and can quote Dagny Taggart from those four chapters, yet none of the subsequent chapters.   Because I was fast asleep in the subsequent chapters.     Here’s your brownie.  You are welcome.

On Sunday, God is my muse.   The revelation that Pope Joe Ratzinger moved pedophile priest Peter Hullerman when he was the Archbishop in Germany was the last straw for me with the Catholic church.  My sainted and brilliant mother remains a deacon in her church and we still remain close friends, even though I refuse to again enter a Catholic church.  

This left a big religion vacuum and an excellent opportunity to be ridiculously intentional in choosing a new church. Nature abhors a vacuum and God abhors a pederast.   Having a good deal of extra time due to my childlessness, was fortunate to have the time to spend researching various religions.   Went to Nepal for a while and hired both a Hindu and Buddhist kid to tour me around, simultaneously.    Loved both of those religions yet was unwilling to embrace Vishnu, Ram, Siddhārtha Gautama, or Vamana as closely as God.   Because, outside of Ram, they are far more challenging to spell.

The church I intentionally chose has a single service at 10:30 each Sunday morning.   Our pastor, Brian, has a wife and three sons.  Brian often wears aloha shirts when he preaches and, coincidentally, he works out at my gym.  When you walk into our church and scan left to right, you’ll see thirty rows of chairs on each side and roughly one hundred people each Sunday morning.   Quite intentionally, I chose a small congregation.

We have two openly gay couples at the Pacific Beach Christian Church that I know of and we welcome all ages, colors, and creeds to visit on the weekends.     The PB Christian Church has a very visible and recognizable “Recovery in Christ” program for those struggling with addiction.    Nothing is hidden or kept in a drawer.  Much like life, everything is out there for everyone to see.    Quite intentionally, I chose a church that represents the world as it is today, not as it was in 200 A.D. 

My new church is the most real church in the galaxy.  The lessons are fantastic at the Pacific Beach Christian Church.   

There are music lessons at my new church for a budding guitar player because we have a ridiculously good band with a lead guitarist playing a Fender Stratocaster.  Would hear the PB Christian Church crank out a great tune, go home, and learn some solid tunes like “People Get Ready”, “Forever Young”, and the Charlie Rich blues version of “Amazing Grace”.    We did not have those songs at Saint Bernadette in The Land of Cleve, nor did anyone play a Fender during the service.    God loves Fenders.

There are history lessons because Brian provides outstanding historic depth in his sermons.   For example, 537 B.C. was an awful time in Jewish history until King Cyrus of Persia jumped in and sent the Jewish folks home to rebuild.  Saint Nicholas was actually as Bishop who snuck around and gave gold cows to the poorest folks in town.  Four million people were killed in the Congo in the last fifteen years because of the raw material needed for cell phones, Colton.   Magnficent history lessons each week at the PB Christian Church.

Most important, there are fantastic life lessons at the Pacific Beach Christian Church.  After that first 10:30 a.m. session, I began bringing a notebook because when you hear things that make you go “hmmmmmm”, you oughta write them down.   Here’s a random sampling:

  • Without courage, you cannot practice any of the other virtues consistently.
  • The words we use and the way we use them have the ability to breathe light and darkness into all of our relationships.
  • What is crooked cannot be straightened and what is lacking cannot be counted.
  • The tongue is the most powerful muscle in the body because it has the power to build up and tear down.
  • You can judge the behavior, but you cannot judge the person…that is reserved for God.
  • The difference between a labyrinth and a maze is that a labyrinth always ends in the middle.
  • Evangelism only works when you can admit your own losses:   it is not genuine when you do not admit and repent

 

When you picture James Earl Ray’s upbringing, what do you see?  When you picture James Earl Ray’s church congregation, what do you see?  What was it that caused Mr. Ray to shoot Mr. King from the balcony of the Lorainne Hotel in Memphis, Tennessee on April 4, 1968.  The nature versus nurture debate is an interesting one:  an interesting argument that throws the free will baby out with the bathwater.  My father, Glove Man called MLK Day “super nigger day” when I was young.   I have always referred to Monday as “Martin Luther King day”.   While I truly do not believe my father is a true racist, that holiday label is one I never adopted at home.   We make our own choices as we pull our adult skins over our shoulders, zipping them snugly into place like a Quicksilver 3/2 suit. 

The woman who called me “husband” for three years was half Thai and spent her first ten years in Thailand, the daughter of a serviceman and a Thai national.   Interestingly enough, she saw color far, far more often than I did, perhaps because she dealt with not being Caucasian more than I did through her life.   I have spent exactly zero days as a non Caucasian.  We would walk into crowded spaces at restaurants or bars and heads would turn.   She would invariably say aloud:  “they are trying to figure out what I am.”  I would invariably reply:  “No, they are looking because you are ridiculously beautiful.”  We both believed what we believed.

I intentionally chose my church because I truly believe that my God loves everyone equally.   She/He loves every color the same.   She/He loves every sexual preference the same.    She/He loves every sinner and every saint in exactly the same fashion.   She/he loves those who love and those who choose not to love.  She/He is patient with those who share a differing view and chooses to hug it out rather than smote.  My God created Martin Luther King, Junior and also created the man who killed him.  My God is one of love.  

 

 

I, too, have the audcaity to believe that people everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education for their minds, and dignity, equality, and freedom for their spirits.   If you have Martin Luther King Day off, go plant some love.  

 Thanks for visiting.   Good night

http://pbchristian.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Are You There God, It’s Me Mully

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:           Bruce Springsteen;        The Chimes of Freedom 

(Please right click on the link below to open the song needed for our New Year sing along and prayer session in a new browser window.    Watch the velociraptor for the beat and sing it loud and proud.     Cry freedom)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL87kBq9aiE

On New Year’s Day at Mind of Mully we always have a sing along, then we have a group prayer before we go rolling into the new year.  Lyrics from Bob Dylan, animation from Ty Mabrey, & velociraptor from God    Tenors in the back and altos to the front, please.   Tune up the guitar, velociraptor in place to keep time, and off we go……….

Well, far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun;
Saying, it may be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight;
Flashing’ for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight.
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Well, in the city’s melted furnace unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden here while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain;
Dissolved into the wild bales of lightning

Yeah, tolling for the rebel, yeah, tolling for the raked
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked.
Yeah, tolling for the outcasts burning constantly at stakes
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

(instrumental solo with velociraptor accompaniment)

 

And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed
There’s a hypnotic, splattered mist was slowly lifting
Well, electric light still struck like arrows
Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Well, tolling for the searching ones on this speechless, secret trail
For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale.
And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail
Yeah, we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’

Well, starry eyed and laughing I recall when we were caught,
Trapped by no track of hours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed “Has the tolling ended?”

Yeah, tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless, confused, accused, misused strung out ones at worst.
And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

 

 

Dear Lord:

 

First, thanks for the velociraptor.   You always seem to know exactly what I want.   Thanks for a good year for all of us.   Thanks for getting Aung San Suu Kyi released from house arrest over there in Burma.  That was very cool of you and we no longer have to toll the bell of freedom for Aung San Suu Kyi.  That was a big one.   Gave a lot of oppressed folks hope.

 

 

For the next three hundred sixty five days, please keep the following folks front of mind, Lord.  Watch closely over Chinese dissident and Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiaobo in his jail cell.  When the Swedes put his award in an empty chair this year, I fell in love with the Swedes all over again.    Also, can you please keep a close eye on Shiva Nazar Ahari, imprisoned in Iran’s Nevin prison for her support of human rights.

 

Lord, please watch over the hundreds of thousands of still homeless folks in Haiti and steer their leaders towards a government that takes care of its people.    Please watch closely over the Sudanese referendum on splitting the country next week and please keep it peaceful.   Sudan has had two long civil wars and You need to intercede a bit, if you have some extra time in January.  

 

Please watch over Alassane Ouattra and his supporters over there in the Ivory Coast.   Mr. Ouattra clearly won the election and Mr. Gbagbo is a rude goofball for not ceding power and killing Mr. Ouattra’s supporters over the past three weeks, Lord, also please take care of Kurdish student activist Habibollah Latifi and his wrongfully imprisoned family.   Iran will most likely execute Mr. Latifi for his opposition activism this coming week, so please watch over his soul and tend to his family.  Finally, please keep an eye on the freedom activists being persecuted and unfairly jailed by Belarussian President Alexander Lukashenko

 

There is one Man and The Man has many faces, Lord.   The Man also has riot police and prisons while those fighting for freedom and equality have only their voices.   I like to think they also have You on their side.    If you have any extra time this weekend and feel like smoting, feel free to smote The Man.   Am certain the rebel, the rake, the luckless, the abandoned, and the forsaked will appreciate your smoting The Man.

 

Moving into 2011, Lord, please allow my neighbors in the United States to be less whining, sniveling, and miserable?  Allow them to act like adults on a daily basis, rather than six year olds unleashed for the first time on a single sandbox with one complete set of toys.  One would think our country has the lowest GDP in the universe rather than the highest.  Further, to listen to the interviewees on Fox, and CNBC, and the other polarizing channels, we all wake up each day to sulfuric acid being poured into ears, then we walk uphill to work, barefoot, over broken glass….whereby we are beaten senseless for our meager wage and rolled back home in wheelbarrow full of sewage water.

 

We have it pretty darn good here comparatively and if you could open the eyes of some of these whining, sniveling, morons, I would appreciate it, Lord.   And if you cannot open their eyes hermetically seal their lips, please feel free to smote them when you smote The Man.   You and your followers do a great deal of good down here on Earth, yet somehow we focus on the 3.92% that’s challenging.     That’s all I got.    Thanks for a great 2010 for all of and let the smoting of The Man begin.

Oops….one more thing, Lord .  Please send me a monkey.   Haven’t you always wanted to monkey?

 

Amen,

 

Mully

 

 

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Eponymousaurus..(number two hundred)

Best Experienced With:       Elton John;     Tiny Dancer

 

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s celebration of our gathering for the two hundredth time up here for some quality time together.   Let’s pretend we are in the bus from “Almost Famous” and we’re all singing together.   Thanks for joining.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRK5vLUYLmg

This is #200

 

This is number two hundred in this incarnation of Mind of Mully (MoM Biz Haus Shoppe) and number four hundred three in all previous incarnations of Mind of Mully.   To generate two hundred palatable and publishable missives here, generally need to write six hundred.  The vast majority are utterly awful.   They seem good in the first five minutes and end up relegated to the hard drive folder titled “OOPS”.

The finest William Faulkner quote is “ Read, read, read.    Read everything:  trash and classics, good and bad and see how they do it.   Then write.   If it’s good, you will know it.   If it’s not, then throw it out the window.”  This Faulkner quote applies to everything in business and in life. 

Below you will find eleven beginnings of non published treatises.  The world will never see the full body of work because when finished, they sucked.  Am only sharing the beginning of each because they are eleven truly awful works of writing and sharing the entire missive would jeopardize any hope I have of ever winning a Nobel Prize for Literature or the Polk Award.   Even the cats winced as I wrote the opening paragraphs below and the cats can only read Ebonics books.   My cats are from Oakland.

Thanks for visiting and reading.   It’s always a pleasure to visit with each of you.    Here, have a sip of this an let’s have a look.

The Leo Caprio/ DD Lewis version of Gangs of New York bears little if any resemblance to the book Gangs of New York.  If you are one of the Lord’s chosen people, the book is an interesting look at conscription of The Irish as they left the whiskey drenched Emerald Isle for a larger island.  An island with more to eat than potatoes and rocks.

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Zoroastrianism & Katie Bar The Door

 

Then the Queen cried, “Catherine, keep the door,
And I to this will suffice!”
At her word I rose all dazed to my feet,
And my heart was fire and ice.

Like iron felt my arm, as through
The staple I made it pass:-
Alack! it was flesh and bone – no more! 570
‘Twas Catherine Douglas sprang to the door,
But I fell back Kate Barlass.

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Although I believe in some sort of deity, I do not believe there is a heaven or a hell.  Absolutes and black and white are as mythical of creatures as are yellow and pink striped unicorns because gray and plaid rule my universe.   There has to be some sort of deity (or deities) because how else could you explain the singularly beautiful things that pop through the haze periodically?  The moon rise this evening on a purple and pink background here in Utah, the way my niece Megan sometimes looks up at me when I’m home in The Land of Cleve, or the songs that come out of Leslie Stevens when we get to see her play with her Badgers?  None of those three can be explained by simple randomness.

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The Greeks perfected poetry, using it in education, art, and music.     The Greeks used poetry as a teaching tool, much as I use bunny ears as a humor tool.

He is more than a hero (Sappho)

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes–
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you — he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can’

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Time for a literal and figural memory exercise taken straight out of Highlights magazine.   Please take a close look at the picture below and memorize it.   Look good and hard because soon you will be asked to find three carefully differences in that same picture.

Do you have that photo memorized?   Good job.   Please take the Sharpie marker provided above and circle at least 3 (three) of the cleverly hidden differences in the picture below.  Circle them big and bold on your screen with the Sharpie.

How did you do?   Did you find at least three?  Good job.   Now we will take it up to the next level.  The expert level.   Please examine the picture below and see of you can find at least 3 (three) more changes in the picture. 

 

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Thesis                                               Antithesis

 

          Little House on The Prarie                          COPS

 

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In life, we each choose our our own ceilings and we argue for them daily.  We also choose the start and finish lines for memories.  Most define their memory start and finish line with their children and their marital relationship.   Happily lacking both of these, I choose my start and stop points using the San Diego band, The Rugburns.  The first time I saw The Rugburns was with my friend Todd on a golf course in Pacific beach California.   As lead singer Steve Poltz sang “The thirteenth letter of the alphabet is the letter “M”….it stand for “marijuana”….the way a letter oughta….the way a letter oughta”, I was hooked for life.

Have seen The Rugburns and other incarnations of Steve Poltz at least fifty times since that initial golf course show and each concert has as enjoyable as the first.  The first song I chose to learn to play when choosing to learn guitar last year was the most perfect love song ever written, played, or listened to by lovers anywhere.  The  song is I Love Everything About You by Steve Poltz.  The most magnificent line in the song is the true definition of love.  

“I love sneaking up behind you, when you’re looking in the mirror.   The way your eyes lock into mine, dear….without guilt and without fear.”   That’s one hell of a great love song.   Love songs make the world go round.    Bravo, Steve Poltz.     Bravo, love.

 

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Many of you know me from work, others from play.   Most of you know that for the most part, my moral compass is unwavering and when it does waver, I do my best to pull it in tight.  I believe in black and white and I believe in shades of gray when they are needed.  I live my life through rules that are based upon what worked and what did not work in the past.  It makes it easier to make decisions rapidly.  I do not turn left across four lanes.  I choose not to put wet towels on wooden doors and I turn off lights when I leave a room.  I do not believe it is ever right to cheat on a spouse and a half truth is a lie.  I swear far too much and I’ve done some incredibly stupid and illegal things in the past.  I tell it like it is, even if it hurts because it is better to rip a scab off fast and it’s always better to know where you stand.

I choose not to cry in front of others.  I have nice orderly mental boxes into which I put things and I pull them out when I am alone.  I believe you should always be kind to animals and feed them before you eat.   Thank you letters should be sent the same day. I do not screw people over in business because it’s the man in the mirror that matters at the end of the day.  I am actually still surprised when people screw over others in business because bridges take so long to build and when you burn them, they are seldom rebuildable.  I am often a jerk and sometimes cruel, but you’ll always know what you’re getting when I walk in the door.  My compass may not point the same direction as yours and it will consistently point in the same direction.  Whether this is good or bad, right or wrong is not up for debate.   It simply is.

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Johnny Lydon ( aka J. Rotten of Sex Pistols fame) and Public Image Limited finished up their reunion tour this week in New York City.  The final episode of Lost is next week.  The anarchists are still running amok in Greece and will become even more silly when Greece declares bankruptcy in the next few weeks.  Coincidence?  There is no such thing as coincidence.  Let’s pull all three of those sentences together, put them in a different context, and wrap them in a big Kafka, Gilligan’s Island and Sex Pistols ball.   Plus, let’s start and end our time together with two of my favorite calculus comics.   That’s a good Saturday evening right there.

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For years I wasted thousands of dollars on business books when all I had to do was stumble like Rocky Raccoon back to my room, gut shot by a man who called himself Dan, and open the free Gideon’s Bible provided at hotels as cheap as Motel Eight and as ritzy as………wait for it…….The Ritz.    Yeppers, Tom Bodett not only leaves the light on for you, he also provides a fantastic business book in the guise of a Gideon Bible.  Just as all life lessons are business lessons, all Bible lessons are business lessons.  Take for example this one from Proverbs:  “The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit”.

 

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(sung to the tune of “Hurricane” by Bob Dylan)

Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out “My God they killed them all”
Here comes the story of the Mullycane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the Florida.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Rick Scott moving around mysteriously
“I didn’t do it” he says and he throws up his hands
“I was only robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them leaving” he says and he stops
“One of us had better call up the cops”
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot La Jolla night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Mully Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the Florida crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Florida that’s just the way things go
If you’re Irish you might as well not shown up on the street
‘Less you wanna draw the heat.

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Interstinglyenoughmyclosestfriendsfromcollegeareallstillmarriedtotheirfirstwife.Infact,thevastmajorityofthepeopleIchoosetohangoutwithareontheirfirstmarriages.

Whileweseldomseeeachotherandtheydonotknowit,Iwatchtheirloveandlearnthroughwatchingthem.

Forthemitmovesreallyfastbecausetheyaresmackdabinthemiddleofit.Formeitmovesatregularspeed.

Becauseonthemostinterestingandchallneingofdaysloveislikethisparagraphandtheprecedingparagraph.Itrunsfastandfuriouslikearollercoatserandyouseldomhavetimetostepasideandwatchlike

Ihavebeenabletodoforalong,longtime.I adorelovestories.   Regardlessoftheirendingsandmakenomistakeaboutit.   Theyallendandwestilljumpin.

 

That was #200……and this is an Eponymousaurus.   It is a carnivore and a Fostervore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good night, Bethany B.   It’s nice to see you again.

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